A/N- Wow ok don't shoot me. I know that I have two other stories that I need to update asap, but this idea came to me and I decided that I might as well publish it before I forget so yeah. I hope you guys like it xx.
Cold hearted, a bitch, vain, no soul, uncaring, self-obsessed, oh and my personal favorite, as cruel as medusa. These are things I hear on a regular day-to-day basis. I've become used to them and I've even started to take pride in my reputation. It makes me feel powerful, like I have everyone wrapped around my little finger.
No more of that scared, defenseless geek who was bullied all throughout middle school. I am no longer the innocent little girl who would smile as everyone laughed at her. No more eating in an empty bathroom stall or spending lunch with the librarian while everyone was with his or her friends. The old Drew is dead, she's buried six feet under and she's never coming out.
I must admit, being claimed as an Aphrodite kid was the best thing that ever happened to me. I came into camp as a freakishly tall nerd with mousy hair and bright, innocent eyes and at the end of summer I came out as a girl who resembled a model from the cover of the latest teen magazine.
I had gained confidence in myself and had decided that I wouldn't take any crap from anyone. My tongue became my weapon, spitting out insults faster than I could receive them. My eyes became harsh and my smile was replaced with a smirk.
I certainly gained the attention of the guys at my school. Each and every one of them claimed that they had discovered their love for me. I've dated more guys in a week than you ever have in a year. But somewhere along the line realized, it doesn't matter how many guys I've gone through, they're all the same. They don't care about me or how I feel, they just want to get into my pants. No one bothers to get to actually know me; they don't realize that this is a facade.
But I'm already too deep into this, and like I said, the old Drew is never coming back, she's gone. So now as I swipe some powder onto my face, and pucker my lips as I stain them red, I come to the conclusion that there's no going back. This is a barrier to keep them from hurting to me, a wall that stops them from seeing me vulnerable. This a facade and I'm determined to keep it up as long as I can.